“Just us three?” asked Ned.
“That’s enough,” said Jerry. “The more you have in a game like that, the more danger there is in getting found out. We three can do it alone.”
“All right,” said Bob, smiling. “I’m with you.”
“Same here,” added Ned. “But how are we going to do it?”
“Oh, I have it all planned,” Jerry told his chums. “We’ll wait until it gets a little later, and then we’ll go into chapel by the little side door near Martin’s house.” (Martin was the janitor who looked after chapel.) “He hardly ever locks the door,” went on Jerry, “but if he does I have some extra keys that I think will work. We can sneak in there, take the picture off the wall, slip around back of the gym and up to the flagpole. No one goes there at night. The flag will be down, and the halyards will be in the little box on the pole. That isn’t locked. All we’ll have to do will be to fasten the picture to the ropes and hoist it up, fasten the ropes and get back to our own little beds. Of course, we’re taking a chance in being out of the dormitory after hours, but that’s done every night, and at worst it means only some extra lines.”
“But if we’re caught out, and they find the picture up on the pole in the morning, won’t they suspect us?” asked Ned.
“You don’t suppose we’ll be the only ones out to-night; do you?” asked Jerry. “They won’t suspect us any more than they will any one else.”
“It’s taking a risk,” objected Bob.
“Of course it is!” admitted his tall chum. “What would be the fun if there were no risk?”